by Wyatt, Dani
This new world confused his cock, old boy not quite down with the hang of the waiting. She stood like fucking Venus with her lips pulled in between her teeth and her fingers barely grazing her upper thighs as her eyes glowed like embers.
Cameron stared down into her face, his hands warm on her cheeks, his scent spicy and masculine as he breathed and kissed her forehead.
“I’m going to teach you. Teach you how much I love you. Trust me — ”
There was no part of him that didn’t want to lay her out and fuck her like a damn sailor on leave, but he knew she was still tender and hurting. Besides, her flavor still swirled in his memory, and like an addict he needed more. The way her eyes turned to dark clouds as Cameron stood over her had his heart pounding like a fist in his chest.
There was no part of her body he didn’t want to fuck and suck and discover. She was every kind of beautiful and how she didn’t strut around everywhere she went like a fucking peacock on parade he couldn’t understand.
“I do trust you. Please, God Cam, touch me, something, I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
Her voice filled with just the right amount of lust and tension, and Cameron needed her to learn just what it meant for him to take care of her completely.
“You want me to touch you — like this?”
He moved his hand to cup and squeeze her glorious tits on his way down over the curve of her waist, tracing over her belly which was already shaking like a scared puppy.
Finally, his fingers tickled on her outer lips and she let out a shaking moan. Running two fingers, one on each side barely connecting their flesh, softly, slowly back and forth her knees started to shake.
“You’re already wet.” Cameron’s fingers glided over the smooth softness of her naked pussy, he felt her body tense, her eyelids fluttered, and a desperate whimper fcaught in her throat.
He teased her for a few moments, exploring every ticklish spot that made her shake and her hands reached out to latch onto his waist to hold herself steady.
Cameron fought to think clearly, to throttle back the pounding in his cock as he took his time and teased and tormented her until her forehead fell into his chest and he knew she was having a hard time standing on her own.
There it was, the moment he waited for, to see her exhaust her control and fall against him, powerless and wanting.
“Do you want my fingers inside you?” Cameron’s voice filled the room, spinning inside her head and filling a desperate void that seemed to consume her soul.
Victoria clutched her fingers into the belt loops of his pants as she nodded silently into his hard chest. His body loomed over her, his chest flexing and hard under her cheek as his arm wound down, and he pressed slowly inside her.
Cameron felt the silky wet petals wrap around his fingers and Victoria’s body curled around him in a choked gasp. Blood ran to his heart like a charge of wild horses.
God, I could fuck her into next week right this second. Get a grip man…please, give me strength.
He sank his fingers into her drenched folds, finding every nuance of her body a revelation. The little desperate breaths, and soft moans only drove Cameron to the brink as his cock began to drip inside his pants.
He could feel what she wanted, her fingers were gently pulling at his clothes, hinting that she would like to free him from his restraints, but not yet. She needed to learn to ask for what she wanted and the more he toyed with her, the more ripe she would be for her lesson.
Her body flowed onto his fingers as he gently moved back and forth, careful not to plunge into her yet, driving her into a state of near panic as he edged her closer and closer to desperation.
“God —” Victoria felt like she might burst into tears.
His fingers brought her so close, pressing and swirling around until her thighs turned to Jell-O and her bones shook.
“What? Tell me what you want. You need to ask,” Cameron growled, slipping one long finger deep into her tender opening as he spoke, making her body jerk.
“Please — oh my God — ” Victoria murmured as he slowly finger fucked her, feeling her slick walls clutching as he moved inside, curling his finger slightly, exploring and seeking her sweet spot.
Her sex scent worked its magic on Cameron. His brain had already fought off overload. Working her body like this had his greedy dick making demands that his brain was having a hard time over riding.
“Tell me. What do you need?”
Cameron slipped another finger inside, palming her folds and the hard swell of her nub, her fingers dug into his sides, and her juices ran over his hand.
“God — I need to cum, please — harder, it feels so good.” Her sweet shaking voice clutched at Cameron’s heart.
Even as she spoke, her slick canal worked his fingers and rendered him speechless and mindless.
“Like this?”
Cameron swooped his free arm around her waist, clamping down and pulling her body hard against him as he plunged his fingers up inside her with brutal force. He curled inside until she moaned and rode his fingers with a deep gasp, opening her legs giving him deeper access as he held her body still, changing the pace from soft, slow, and gentle to demanding and furious.
She came like a river on his hand, her body shivering and clamping down like a vice. Her eyes closed; noises like raindrops from heaven fell from her lips as Cameron stared down and watched her beautiful, sweet face as she came.
Bringing this pleasure to her was his glory, his win. Every time he touched her, his mind exploded with a sense of ownership, of protective obsession that had simmered for too long.
Victoria’s felt her body ride out the last of her orgasm as Cameron slid his fingers out of her. Her mind was spinning as he guided her hand to press against the bulging shaft on the front of his jeans.
“See what you do? I’m so fucking hard I’m about to split these pants open.”
“Ummm…” Victoria glided her hand around the outline of his erection, feeling every inch of the viper that lay in wait under that zipper.
“Take him out baby,” Cameron ordered.
His mouth needed to taste her, but his boy needed some air, it was becoming less than comfortable having that beast rock hard with nowhere to go inside the confines of his clothes.
She went to work like he asked, fighting with the button as his cock applied pressure.
“That’s it — good girl.”
Victoria worked until his pants were open as the pressure built. His engorged length pushed outward and lowered the zipper to half-mast all on its own.
“He needs to see you; he’s fighting his way out.”
“I can see.” She gave a little giggle, as her soft fingers curved around his silky skin.
Her other hand finished off the zipper and pushed his tight boxer briefs out of the way making sure his full length was free.
She felt better than any of his dreams, even her hand felt better than any other pussy he had ever fucked. It was her, he had waited for her for so long, and man, she was worth it.
“Stroke him like this —”
Cameron took her hand, pulled his cock out and watched her face as he instructed her fingers under his own.
“God — that feels so fucking good. Just like that, babygirl.”
It turned him on teaching her, and from the look in her wide eyes, he knew it was just what she needed. Her eyes were a blend of lust haze and innocent student, and it was enough to bring out a gush of slick pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
Her hand quickly fell into a rhythm that Cameron knew would have him spraying all over if he didn’t shut it down. His mouth needed to taste her, her strokes only urging his own need to please her and instruct her forward.
“Baby, come here.” He gently pulled her hand from around his shaft.
His eyes rolled back in his head as his cock tried to take control of his brain wondering why the hell he would put a stop to the dream strokes Victoria had been laying on him.
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p; Down boy, it’s all good. You gotta learn things are not as they used to me. She’s not some damn glory hole; she is the damn glory.
Cameron edged her toward the sofa, kissing and nibbling her neck as he turned her and sat her down. Her eyes were stuck wide and innocent, so much younger than her years, but this shit was all new to her.
Cameron had never been more thankful for anything in his life than when she told him she had never let anyone else inside her before. What he did to deserve that kind of gift, he had no idea.
He wanted to see all of her, he could tell she was having one of her insecure moments when he got her down on the sofa, gently opening her legs and raising her knees so he could look at the world’s most beautiful pussy.
She began to pull her knees together when Cameron stepped back to admire her.
“Don’t.” He gave her a stern stare. “Open your legs. You’re fucking beautiful. You’re tearing me up inside — you have no idea what you do to me. Seeing you like this, Jesus fucking Christ, I could stare at you for hours. You’re fucking perfect. So don’t start that shit again— covering yourself. We went over this that shit’s going to get you in trouble, little girl.”
Cameron peeled off two layers from his torso. Victoria stared, still amazed at the way his body moved, each muscle tightening under his command. The way each broad, flat pectoral muscle gleamed in the light, smooth and hard.
He stared at her with an intensity reserved for the ring when everything else in the world needed to fall away, or you could pay with your life.
Her knees began to soften, the glimmer of her pink perfection catching his eye as he dropped every other piece of clothing from the waist down, his cock standing high and ready, but she needed his mouth.
He intended to gorge on her until she melted into a blubbering puddle. It wouldn’t take him long to cum after that, and he promised to give her at least 24 hours to recover, but his cock still had him doubting that could happen.
Cameron dropped down, kissing his way from the tips of her toes to her knees, then down the inside of each thigh, holding her legs in his hands so there was no choice but to yield to him.
She needed to become very fucking comfortable with showing herself like this because he intended to be in this viewing position as often as life would allow. There was no masterpiece hanging in any museum anywhere that could compete with what lay before him.
Her sweet scent had his head banging along with his cock. There was no more patience left in him and he didn't give her any warning before he jumped from his nibbling kisses on her inner thighs to open-mouthed seating his tongue inside her as deep as it would reach.
He lapped and sucked her juices; sending his tongue on a deep diving mission over and over to find out just how far it could go.
“Oh God — “
Victoria’s body jerked and her fingers dug into the soft linen cushion under her ass. His mouth was everywhere at once, taking her breath away and sending her body into sensory overload.
He attacked her. He tongue fucked her until her tightness wrapped around as he pushed in and out, her body rising and falling, spurring him on. Her body turned to a slick furnace, heating up as he re-discovered every nuance and fold.
He knew he could stay right here, savoring her, eating at her for an hour, longer if she would let him. She was already making little keening, purring noises and Cameron knew he needed to feel her cum in his mouth like he needed the fucking air.
As soon as her sweet juice ran over his tongue like a spring river, the beast in him took over, slow and gentle were a distant memory and he ate her like a vulture. He worked her swollen clit until she flowed in his mouth and came with a scream as her hips rose to ride on his tongue like a master.
Cameron licked and nibbled until her breath steadied and the yelps and gasps softened. His free hand fell to give his thick, throbbing, greedy erection a few strokes, trying to calm the beast as her flavor and scent only threw fuel to the fire.
He couldn’t help but swoop down low — taking a couple handfuls of ass cheek and spreading her wide. He give her dark ass bud a quick flick with his tongue before he kissed his way up her belly, just a hint, so she understood he owned every part of her.
It would be only a matter of time before he ravished her ass, and the sooner she understood no part of her would be off limits, the better.
“I promised I would give you a day to heal.”
“It’s okay.” Her voice was breathy, her open thighs shaking like Jell-O.
“Nope. I’m a man of my word. I may have a stroke, but I’m not going to let my cock inside you again until you’ve had your 24 hours.”
Cameron stood up, the skin on his cock was stretched tight and shone with pressure and pre-cum. Victoria felt her belly flip looking at the masterpiece of flesh and bone that stood in front of her.
“Doesn’t mean you’re not going to take care of this. Come here. Right here, on your knees.”
25
Victoria felt a warm rush of heat move from her head down to her toes as his voice ordered her into place. He was a mountain, magnificent in form and presence.
When he spoke in that low, commanding tone, her belly did cartwheels.
Her life before now was dance of fight or flight. A juxtaposition of cowering from the pain and indifference of her father and the bravado that hid the terrified little girl that never seemed to feel safe.
She felt the soft carpet under her knees and her insides buzzed as though connected to low voltage wires. Her eyes wide as she inched toward the carved angles and defined muscle of the person long looming in the shadows of her life, waiting for her, protecting her when no one else seemed to care.
“Take care of me, Victoria.”
She never imagined it would be like this. Sex, that is. With him.
If she’d thought about it before, it would have seemed humiliating, demeaning the way he ordered and instructed her. Instead, it sent fire over her skin; a clutching tension low into her belly like the first time you rode a bike.
At first you’re scared, unsteady and unsure. Then, you find your balance, you feel like you are flying, free and amazed at how easy it is.
She took him in her hands, leaning forward to lick the drops of clear liquid that covered the small slit, looking up to see him watching her with his mouth open as his breath moved his chest up and down.
“God, yes — good girl. Lick all the way down, then back up, get me nice and wet.”
Victoria would have thought she would be embarrassed by his instruction, that she would cower and giggle or want him to stop. But, it was the opposite, she craved his voice, his guidance, the way his hands moved over hers until she learned what he wanted.
When she looked up into his face, all she wanted to see was that she brought him pleasure, that she was following his orders and doing as he wanted and he was pleased.
She tasted his quintessential masculine flavor as her tongue glided over the silky soft skin that housed the iron rod underneath. She wanted him in her mouth, tasting and sucking, licking and following every vein and ridge. She licked and sucked as much of him as she could into her mouth, tapping at her tonsils until she felt her throat lurch and she gasped for air.
“Slow baby, it’s okay. Take it slow, use your hands like this — “
Cameron’s voice fell from his lips like a master to a student, then he began to guide her head and her hands, matching her sucking with the pumping of his thick, throbbing girth. She understood what he wanted and her body quivered as she did her very best.
Both his hands moved to her head, holding her still as he began to shift and rock his hips into her willing mouth.
“That’s it, God, that feels so fucking good, Jesus —” He was growling, looking down at her, then his eyes closed and his head fell back.
Victoria tasted more of his pre-cum slick on her tongue and it spurred her on, opening her throat and pushing her face into each thrust of his hips, urging him deeper, inviting him to p
ush into her throat.
“Fuck baby, oh my God, so deep, so good — “
Pleasure flooded Victoria as his cock swelled in her mouth, the ridge around the head engorged and Cameron pulled his cock through her lips, then quickly back inside, plunging in and out with soft popping sounds until she heard him groan.
“Swallow baby, swallow, take my cum like a good girl — “
The first hot spray of his thick cum hit the back of her throat, coating her tongue and the salty flavor sent a wave of bizarre pride over her. Cameron breathed deep, exhaled with a primal groan and released thick ropes into her mouth until he pulled out at the last minute.
“Open, let me see.” His voice low, his breath fast.
Victoria quickly opened her mouth, white liquid still spread over her tongue as Cameron’s hand worked the tip of his cock and another hot thick jet shot into her mouth.
“That’s it. Very good, swallow it all now.”
God, is this me? I feel like I’m going to cum when he talks like that, Jesus —
Victoria could feel her own arousal throbbing and flowing out as she finished every drop and leaned back on her heels, waiting for his next order. She didn’t care how much it would hurt, she wanted him to take her right then, she wanted to feel him inside of her.
But, she knew him and he was nothing if not honorable. If he promised, it was not going to happen and Victoria felt the clutch of desperation pull between her legs.
He must have sensed her need, because he lowered his eyes and pointed back to the couch.
“On your knees, face the wall. I need one more taste of that sweet pussy before we can wrap this up. Don’t talk, crawl and get up there, I want a view of that amazing ass, then I’m going to eat you from behind until you scream the damn walls down.”
Her belly flipped and her skin felt like a hundred bees were dancing around, threatening to sting at any moment. Victoria couldn’t remember the last time she felt so alive, so aware of every part of her body.